The Penn's Grove record., 1887-10-08
AT AUDIERNE.

"Sir Arthur Selwyn, Bart, Lady
Matilda Selwyn, GeorgIna Savllle,
Savllle House, Hampton, Surrey,
England. Thus did three travellers
inscribe themselves on the register OF
the Hotel Batifoulier at Audierne,
whittier they had been conveyed IN An
antiquated berlin from Quimper-Cov
entin.
Very easily satisfied were they, this
loving young couple, who had taken
fight to the continent Immediately
upon the, pronunciation of the nuptial
benediction, and this gentle girl, youn-
ger sister of Lady Matilda, who knew
nothing of life save through the pages
of the romances of Richardson and Miss
Burney. While waiting dinner the new
corners amused themselves by looking
out of the windows of the dining room.
and we're delighted with the gay as
pect presented by the docks of the little
Breton village. 1t was at the close of
September: the cod fishing off the coast
of Iceland had been favorable, all the
fishermen were returning to port, none
having lost the number of their mess,
that great traitress, the sea, having for
once shown herself clement,
While the two English women pratt
tied in that soft accent which on femi-
nine lips transforms the rude Saxon
idiom into birdllke warbling, a man
entered and seated himself at the table.
Very strange in appearance was this
parsonage; his attire was negligent, his
beard struggling, his hair hung down to
his shoulders, his nose was aquiline,
bis mouth dlsdainful, his big blue eyes
melancholy and troubled-at least so
thought Miss Saville. A few moments
later the host of the hote hustled in
and fastened to present the stranger.
my guest, the physician of Au-
dierne," he said, with something OF
emphasis.
And as Sir Arthur bowed slightly, he
added: "a fellow countryman."
No matter in what part of the world
found, for a native born Briton the
title of ''Engllshman" breaks the ice;
the baronet unbent and extended his
hand to the doctor, who appeared in
no o~verpowered by the conde-
scension.
''God forgive me-" murmured Lady
Matilda, ''but this village doctor seems
to consider himself on a footing of
equality with a baronet. One must
come to France to see anything so ex-
traordinary.o
Whatever he might think or be, the
doctor expressed himself in choice
terms and the purest English. His
somewhat ferocious physlognomy light
ened up as he talked. He was enthu-
siastlcally in love with Brittany, and
he praised her scenic beauty with per-
suasive eloquence. He made interested
listeners of the little English party.
Dinner was long over, but no n cared
to leave the table. Who, in the course
of u life, has not a remembrance of one
of these long and seemingly endless
chats with a fellow c%ountryman far
from home, who may happen to be the
Improvlsed friend of an hours &C.
AS the clock struck 10 the doctor
quickly rose.
"The pleasure Of speaking my mother
tongue once more has made me forget
the fight Of time" he said, land /
must bid you good night. But do not
fail to visit. before you leave, the
famous caves of DouarDaneZ."
"That is impossible" replied Lady
Matilda. "W9 have only one day to
devote to this place, and tomorrow
there is a Pardon at Penmarch that has
excited our curiosity"
much obliged for your Pardon"
exclaimed her sister. who bore the pet
name of Gregory; but l would much
visit the caves"
"Nothlng easier in the world" said
the doctor. II am going to see a
at Trogueur tomorrow and
can offer you a seat in my pony chaise.
ear readily push on to Douarne-
nez."
81 accept gladly" responded Gre
CORY, giving herself no uneasiness, not
withstanding the stormy glances shot
at her by her sister.
"Very well, then; that is settled"
pursued the doctor, Tomorrow at
7 O'Clock 1 shall be at your DISPOSE
Hardly had they returned to their
room when Matilda broke forth
wrath.
"You naughty. Participated, ungov-
ernaOle girl, have you lost your senses?
Have you become a fool, that you thus
arrange to go riding about the country
d. break with a complete stran-
yer?n
"Why should 1 refuse a proposition
made with so much good graceYn re-
torted the young woman, land one
by our English usagep Pm
sure Arthur won't blame me for it.
Will your"
mot at ALL" replied Sir Arthur. 81
must confess that this melancholy, :
ing gentleman has made a conques. of
me. He has the style OF a perfect gen.
aud l think you may safely
cont1de Gregory to his care. 1t is a lit
lie singular, but that mans face is not
unknown 50 me. I've certainly
net HIM at my club"
'"rhe more reason for being Oh ones
said Lady Selwyn. "One does
not lightly abandon home and friends
70 hurry one's self in a seaside hole like
"Why, my dear" said the baronet,
when a man gives himself up to &C.
,entrIcity they are capable of any
''But this is a case that passes the